lucyyy

I’m standing there, minding my own,
 Unarmed, no threat, just skin and bone.
 But he sees me, and I’m already guilty,
 Not for what I’ve done, but for how I look, for where I’ve been, for the color of my skin.

If only it was because  

you were fifteen  

and I was thirteen  

but it wasn’t.  

Not really.  

The ice is bleeding,  

oceans cough up plastic in its lungs,  

skies choke on smoke  

while we scroll, sip, and shrug.  

Congratulations.
The future is here
The world is at your fingertips.
Literally.
Swipe left for love.
Swipe right for loneliness disguised as company.
Scroll down for breaking news.

You’re perfect just the way you are,
but here’s a serum for that scar.
Love yourself, embrace your face,
but first, some contour 

you know, just in case.